a starlet hidden behind inky eyes & thigh-high boots sits on steaming asphalt. she smokes mint-kissed cigarettes like they're oxygen & loves to get cartons (from lovers) on valentine's day. she sprays diluted cologne & kicks at the fine mist, then she takes off the top & takes a swig. closing her eyes & staring at the insides of her eyelids, she wishes for a dazzling light show like those in the sky just before midnight.

(doves are overrated.)

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